Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

The centaurs watched in stunned silence the battle between the two inhuman monsters.

With their abilities, they couldn't tell who had the upper hand. They only knew that as the dense fog transformed by the Mysterious Walker continued to shoot out magic spells with thunder and lightning, the black smoke was gradually mixed with a lot of thunder and lightning.

But - the black smoke still persists in enveloping the dense fog, forming a wonderful chain: the dense fog trapped in the middle wants to break away from the black smoke, and constantly hits the black smoke with magic spells with thunder and lightning; Under the attack of the fog, it has gradually changed its pure attributes; the black smoke mixed with thunder and lightning seems to have used the power of thunder and lightning to strengthen itself, and in turn tightened the thick fog.

Thick fog and black smoke wrapped around each other, as if forming a small tornado, sweeping back and forth in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and unknowingly, it gradually moved beyond the scope of Hogwarts.

Dean gradually calmed down at this moment. He could clearly feel that Voldemort's power was constantly weakening. It seemed that Quirrell's vitality could not last long, but Dean could still feel the steady stream of energy coming from the Thunderbird wand. magic.

……

In Newt's magic suitcase, Newt and Aberforth sat opposite each other, sipping black tea leisurely.

Above their heads, Thunderbird Frank let out a clear cry, flying through the thunderclouds. Thick thunder and lightning surrounded it, causing the sky of the entire magical zoo to change color.

"I haven't seen Frank so excited for a long time." Aberforth said as he looked at Frank flying freely in the sky.

"It's a pity that after that incident, Frank can no longer be seen in the outside world - he is almost suffocated here." Newt shook his head, "It seems that our kid has found a good way to let Frank regain his sense of existence. significance."

"Kid? You're pretty much a troublemaker!" Aberforth snorted, "How reckless and impulsive! You're borrowing magic power on such a large scale, and you're not afraid that your body won't be able to handle it!"

"Young people should suffer a little before they grow up." Newt chuckled, "This is the correct way to open a Gryffindor."

"Are you not worried at all? He has borrowed so much magic power, and he is no ordinary person." Aberforth reminded.

"What's there to worry about at Hogwarts?" Newt asked.

"You think too highly of...him. Even if he is now the principal of Hogwarts, there are still many things that are beyond his control." Obviously, the person Aberforth was talking about at this time was referring to Dumbledore. profitable.

……

In the principal's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore, who had just been mentioned by Aberforth, was standing in front of the window, looking out into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where a funnel-shaped thundercloud appeared without warning, outwards. Exuding bursts of heart-stopping magic.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"I don't think much of it! Whatever happens to that guy has nothing to do with me!" Phineas replied stiffly. Unfortunately, he wished he could stick his head out of the portrait and betray his true thoughts.

"That child grew up very quickly, beyond my expectation."

"Then he can never be that person's opponent." Phineas' tone suddenly became softer, "Albus, you can't just watch..."

"Phineas, it seems that you have investigated some clues about the child's life experience." Dumbledore interrupted.

"Yes, but I'm not sure yet! Albus, you must rush there immediately to ensure his safety!" Phineas yelled irritably.

The owners of other portraits in the principal's office twisted their sleeping bodies uneasily. They had never seen Phineas be so out of sorts.

"No, I can't." Dumbledore said seriously, "You should know that if I appear in front of Quirrell...Tom right now, then our plan that has been carefully laid out for almost a year will be at risk of failure. ."

"So you would rather sacrifice Dean for that savior?" Phineas asked angrily.

"Phineas, your vision is always limited to the area under your nose. Besides..."

"Don't get me into the big picture, Albus, I'm just asking you if you want to sacrifice Dean for this!"

"With all due respect, Phineas, you don't know Dean so well that I don't think he will be in danger tonight."

Phineas's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Yes, you must be sending someone to protect him secretly - it's Snape, right? He has always taken extraordinary care of Dean."

"I'm sorry, Severus will only stay in the Room of Requirement tonight and won't go anywhere." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I just got the news not long ago that he has a very important potion. The test has reached a critical moment."

"Oh, no! Albus, I swear, if Dean gets even a little hurt tonight, I will do anything to destroy your savior plan as revenge!" Phineas roared.

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, Phineas, you won't get any excuse tonight." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "-Look, the thundercloud has disappeared~"

Phineas looked in the direction of Dumbledore's finger, and saw that the large thundercloud that was overwhelming just now had disappeared, leaving only a bright full moon that filled the Forbidden Forest with its silver glow.

……

The centaurs deep in the Forbidden Forest were looking at each other in disbelief.

"The thick fog and black smoke have disappeared!"

"Where are the Mysterious Walkers and that damn Hunter?"

"It looks like they disapparated together."

"Don't be ridiculous, this is Hogwarts, it's absolutely impossible to apparate!"

"Perhaps you haven't noticed that the thick fog and black smoke were wrapped together just now and have already exceeded the scope of Hogwarts."

……

In a highland canyon area far away from Hogwarts, two panting figures suddenly appeared here, it was Dean and Quirrell who was controlled by Voldemort.

During the fight between the two, as soon as they left the scope of Hogwarts, Quirrell immediately apparated here with Dean.

During the process of apparating, the fog state and the black smoke formed by Quirrell were forcibly lifted, allowing the two of them to return to their human form.

"Split into pieces!" As soon as the Apparition ended, Voldemort controlled Quirrell and immediately waved his wand and shouted at the clown mask on Dean's face.

Dean's shortcomings of inexperience in using magic spells to fight were fully exposed. He had not yet gotten over the discomfort of apparating, and he did not even think of guarding against attacks.

After being attacked, Dean only relied on a warrior's instinct to dodge slightly. Although he was not hit directly by Quirrell's spell, the clown mask on his face was still knocked off.

Looking at the face under the clown mask in astonishment, Voldemort shouted hoarsely: "How is this possible?"

"Expelliarmus!" Dean took advantage of this rare opportunity to wave his cane and successfully knocked the wand out of Quirrell's hand.

Voldemort, who had drained the last bit of strength from Quirrell, closed his eyes with an expression of disbelief.

When Quirrell opened his eyes again with a look of fear, Dean knew that he had escaped Voldemort's control.

"So, this is your real purpose, right?" Dean picked up Quirrell's wand and asked softly, "You want to see my true face under the mask!"